Evolution

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I live a few miles from the airport and it always seems to rain.

 

So one afternoon I call to ask: "Does your sky look like my sky? and, if not, what do you see?"

 

I watched a passenger airplane descend overhead, full of people that I'll never know.

 

And so, I wring the earnestness out of my voice, as the point of language is to be understood.

 

Yes, inflation is troubling and the coming climate crisis isn’t good, my voice piped through the land line:

 

A rat-a-tat, staccato, this dialogue, the problem of context collapse - all these tidbits boring into your ears:

 

Even wine flowers and love letters become blasé, I say.

 

This affair of endless pornography, pleasure by proxy,

 

with its taboo couplings and tired cliches.

 

I have no specialized training, let me make that very clear:

 

"We didn’t evolve from monkeys", I assert. "Rather, we share a common ancestor."

 

Some people take peyote and others eat the body of Christ,

 

either way, we tend to ask the wrong question:

 

Why instead of How.

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And so, we cry, given that, direct experience with the beyond is an impossibility.